
Jim--well, Jim just looked at the man. A curious wrinkle stretched his eyes into slits and he stared toward the sun. He could feel the anger of a thousand exploding supernovas raging in his chest. He imagined that distant sun, far, far away from earth. He imagined the center of that oversized heatlamp and knew that it was not as hot as he was then. Sure, it was a cloudy day, but as those first few rain drops began to fall, he nodded slowly. He only had one thing to say to that man:

"It's a bad day to be a ninja."
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ReplyDeletebut not so much imagining it in a squirrel voice